Bitch Nigga (Bonus Track) Lyrics

I hear you talkin' loud, but you ain't makin' moves

You frontin' for the gram, but you ain't payin' dues

Your pockets lookin' slim, while mine stayin' thick

You flexin' all your drip, but it's just a cheap trick

Nigga

You talkin' 'bout your drip, but it's all second-hand

I'm drippin' in finesse, you can't even understand

You're playin' dress-up, while I'm playin' for keeps

I'm in the major leagues, you're still playin' in the streets

Your words ain't worth a dime, they're just empty chatter

I'm climbin' up the ladder, you're stuck on the latter

You're just a small-time player, I'm runnin' the show

You're just a bitch nigga, and everybody knows

You claimin' you a baller, but you barely gettin' by

I'm stackin' up the paper, while you just tellin' lies (yeah)

Your girl in my DMs, she know who the real G

She see through your facade, she wanna roll with me

Yeah

I'm livin' lavish, while you livin' in a dream

You talkin' 'bout designer, but it's all just a scheme

I'm countin' up the bands, while you countin' sheep

You playin' dress-up, while I'm playin' for keeps

I'm in the penthouse suite, while you stuck in the trap

You talkin' big money, but it's all just cap

You claimin' you the plug, but you ain't got no juice

I'm runnin' up the numbers, while you makin' excuses

I got racks on racks, while you beggin' for change

You talkin' 'bout loyalty, but you actin' strange

You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no clout (Yeah)

I'm countin' up the commas, while you countin' me out

You talkin' 'bout your drip, but it's all just a drip-drop

I'm stackin' up the bands, while you watchin' from the tip-top

You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no stacks

I'm livin' like a king, while you livin' in the cracks

You claimin' you the man, but you just a little boy

I'm makin' power moves, while you playin' with toys

Your girl in my DMs, she know who the boss

She seein' through your lies, she wanna feel my sauce

I'm rockin' all designer, while you rockin' hand-me-downs

You talkin' 'bout your jewels, but they just plastic crowns

You frontin' for the 'gram, but you ain't got no clout

I'm livin' like a king, while you livin' in doubt

I'm drippin' in the sauce, while you drownin' in the fake

You talkin' all that trash, but you just a little snake

Your girl in my DMs, she know who the real boss

She seein' through your lies, she wanna feel my gloss

You flashin' all that cash, but it's borrowed for show

I'm stackin' up my wealth, while you're playin' the role

Your girl in my inbox, she knows where she stands

She's tired of your lies, she's craving real plans

You talkin bout' all that noise, but you ain't got no game

I'm sailin' on success, while you're stuck in the same

Your girl on my line, she wantin' for the thrill

She's lookin' for a captain, not someone to chill

Nigga